Welcome to my next chapter, 'Evanescent Rhapsody'. I hope all of you are enjoying yourselves so far! Thank you very much for reading my little work of life and love!

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Theme of 'Evanescent Rhapsody': 'Sanctuary' Opening Version of Kingdom Hearts 2 OST.

Warning; the first half of this presents very little dialogue. Instead of making 'An Angel's Dream' any type of requirement, I've decided to craft a look on that project into this chapter. This chapter was heavily influenced by the Genzo tracks, which I just read an hour ago. Due to the heavily suspenseful Tracks, and to the support of a dear friend, this story just received a dramatic makeover. More on that later! Let me just say this; this won't be all fluff, mind you!

Time has left its lilt upon its.

As the days pass, we become deeper pieces to its rhythm, ever flowing amongst the waves of unbridled rhapsody.

You and I...we've become one...forever lost among the surreal euphoria of time.

An epiphany has tied us together, and we're tied to each other's arms, drifting...

...through our kisses, melodies and whispers.

I'm with you, and you're with me...

...until the end of eternity.

Morning was weaving its idyllic melody over Tokyo, Japan. In the form of a fairy tale, it was unfolding itself throughout every room, over every rooftop and within every inhabitant of the exuberant land. Many hearts were not yet awake, still wandering through the peaceful streets of slumber, but others were happily making their routes upon their world, carrying out their daily routines with the highest of spirits. Children and their parents were taking early strolls through parks, absorbing the serene beauty of simple, humble utopias. Others were preparing themselves for a day of business; they had game plans to carry out, and the day was giving them the strength they needed.

Shafts of golden light were bouncing across rooftops, singing blissful melodies in their own silent voices. They were abundant within the blue skies, flowing with the elegant resplendence of waterfalls. They were bright, but not bright enough to disturb even the most stubborn soul. They held a surreal quality to them, one that made them seem as if they were made upon an artist's canvas, for they were iridescent beams of lucent delight.

As beams of golden light danced throughout the skies, flocks released their own greeting to the world. Birdsong danced throughout the clear blue heavens, presenting a pleasant wake-up call to many of Tokyo's hearts. Couples soared amongst the skies, fluttering through incandescent tides of time as they emitted their bond to the world below, carrying no burden upon their wings. Many homes were receiving beauteous songs, ones that could only be crafted from the hearts of birds, but one home was receiving the most beautiful song imaginable. It was the home of an angel, one that he shared with his soul mate.

In the animal kingdom, animals developed unyielding devotion for their mates. Whenever the desire for sleep arose, they brought themselves close to their mates and held themselves within time, wanting to warm the bodies of their chosen loved ones. Couples wandered through slumber together, saturated in the everlasting heat of their hearts...never wanting to end their dreams. Tokyo's greatest couple was no different from a pair of affectionate lions. They were within each other's arms, nestled under rhapsody's sheets...tucked under warm, incandescent bliss.

Sunlight made its way through their bedroom window, smiling with the warmth of an affectionate parent. It fell upon both of their bodies gently, covering them with a blanket of tender paradise. It prevented itself from being too strong, for it had no desire to interrupt the slumber of an angel and his soul mate. Joyous birds danced about their windowpane, merrily releasing a dulcet ballad of tranquil innocence. Every element within the heavens held a strong vigil over the couple, bestowing their greatest warmth upon them.

The seventh hour of the morning arrived, which brought about the awakening of the angel. His eyes fluttered open in the manner of youthful butterfly wings, and sunlight blossomed within his violet gemstones. His heart soared when he realized that his mate was still near him, with his arms wrapped around his delicate frame. Strands of his soul mate's hair were locked upon his soft forehead; the two of them were no more than a centimeter away from each, tied to each other through a ribbon of passion. Both of their bodies were completely exposed to the calm, melodious air, and so their hearts were soaring freely among the open skies. Birdsong continued to enter their utopia as the angel brushed his lover's head, carving small caresses with his fragile hands.

Moments drifted by them, each of them radiant with the resplendence of a frozen year. Time had no meaning amongst the world of a child, and it carried no meaning for either one of them. Both of them were lost among a surreal world, a wondrous reverie that would carry on beyond the gates of eternity. The heavens knew of their endless utopia, which was why the birds were ecstatically singing among their fields. Their angel continued to caress his soul mate, brushing his strands of hair with sweet, undying affection. After several minutes, their lips met in another heavenly matrimony; the angel brought his lips upon the lips of his angel, and his kiss was slowly carried by the benevolent hands of time.

Two minutes elapsed before the prince's eyes opened. For a second he appeared to be shocked, looking as if his angel's kiss had stirred him from a dream, then warmth blossomed over his entire body. In mere seconds the two of them began another journey through passion, enjoying every inch of their happiness. Both of them brushed against each other, making another ascent towards the peak of pure, unbridled happiness. Sunlight poured in on them, brilliant, lively and brimming with the unending energy of a child.

Five minutes elapsed between the two of them, and then the songbird of Bad Luck withdrew himself from the bed (without any warning). Well, he made an attempt to leave; as soon as he tore himself from the vocalist's arms, a firm hand fell upon his right arm. A stern glare fell into his angelic face, which caused a tiny smile to spread across his face. The voice of the angel's lover penetrated the barrier of the calm, crisp air, filled with its usual coldness.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Shuichi Shindou grinned at his beloved prince, exuding the adorable essence of an infant. His face took on a violent shade of red, which wasn't unusual; he found himself blushing in the midst of simple conversations, and even simple kisses. "Away..." he said shyly, fiddling with his fingers. His voluptuous figure, which was bathed in iridescent sunlight, was dangling in front of Tokyo's greatest novelist like a piece of steak. The look on Eiri's face would have been comical to an outsider; he bore the look of a disgusted child, one that had been presented with a plate of dead cockroachers.

"To where?"

Playful, childlike frustration lit up the songbird's face. It was the type of anger that came on a child's face, whenever a parent pretended to forget a promise. "I'd like to take a shower." he said, his soft voice tinged with gentle frustration. "I have to get ready for work!"

A sly smile blossomed across the author's face, accompanied by the light of a cunning feline. His angel's cheeks fell into an even deeper shade of red, which gave him the sheen of a proud strawberry. The novelist's voice took on the form of a clever fox, but there was a warm light within it, one that proved to be even more beautiful than the sunlight itself. "You don't go to work for another hour, Shu-chan." he said, the mere sound of his voice bringing even more redness to Shuichi's cheeks. Those were the last words he delivered before he brought his angel into another tight, sweet embrace.

Intense, profound kisses fell as heavy raindrops. Each one surpassed the previous one, carrying their own union of ferocity and tenderness. The two hearts tore at each other, feeling as if they could never gain enough nourishment from each other. Their recent period of separation was still hanging over them; it was a constant reminder of their bond, one that refused to untangle itself from the present.

They had been separated from each other several days ago; their separation came to an end after the expiration of week, and they fell into a passionate reunion. Both hearts had taken a journey into a new realm, one that caused both of them to answer the call of destiny. Through their expedition, both of them realized an important fact; they were meant for each other, and they had been meant for each other since birth. For Eiri Uesugi, the journey had been one of self-discovery; at times he broke down, believing that a simple mortal couldn't possibly be the soul mate of an angel. At the end of their long, arduous climb to immortality, both hearts found each other, realizing that nothing could keep them apart...simply because they were meant to be.

For Shuichi, the journey had been one filled with heavy apprehension...and enormous hope. Because of the emotional turmoil he had endured, Shuichi Shindou wandered throughout slumber for two straight days. His prince brought him back to their castle and placed him within their haven (which was known as their bedroom), silently waiting for his angel's awakening. Several time periods brought about the emergence of his voice; he had kept in touch with his family members (including the valiant Tatsuha Uesugi, who had sacrificed his life for Eiri during a turnpoint) and friends, who were gravely worried about the tormented vocalist. Calls from his loyal friends came at three points within the day; all of them wanted to be thorough, for Shuichi was an invaluable friend.

The passing of two days brought about a celebration of relief, thankfully; Ryuichi Sakuma held a tiny party with his dearest friend (who was affectionately referred to as 'Kuggy'), the remnants of Bad Luck held their own tiny party, and his family members released heavy sighs of relief. It brought about an amazing degree of relief to the prince as well; he immediately wrapped his arms around the awakened angel, bearing the brightest smile upon his face. In the past, his show of affection would have been seen as 'uncharacteristic', but then again...throughout the journey...he had experienced many bouts of uncharacteristic emotion. The odyssey had caused him to shed his cold, stoic 'Yuki' skin, but not completely; there were still bits of his past self within him, and they had united with his true side...which was the side that had been destroyed by Yuki Kitazawa several years ago.

As soon as Shuichi returned to the land of the living, both lovers were granted with a week of relaxation. Both of them knew that they had careers to uphold, and their descent into the unknown had brought a temporary delay in any type of production; Bad Luck was meant to put out a new album, and Tokyo's greatest author was always in high demand. Both of them decided to return to their posts immediately, but their managers urged them to take some time off. Mizuki, Eiri's manager, had not been present throughout their recent voyage, but her client made it clear that he had been 'pulled through hell several times in a row', and so she granted him a week off. Shuichi, of course, was presented with the same limit...and so the two of them unwound themselves, happily enjoying each other's company.

For that entire week, neither of them left their 'castle'.

A filmmaker could have made the greatest romance epic...if he had just posted himself within their beloved home.

The smallest of conversations led to an eruption of kisses. The smallest of waves led to even heavier kisses, kisses that drifted throughout the day and night. In the midst of humble meetings, both of them were immersed in pools of crimson red embarrassment, which was met with special elements in both hearts. Eiri Uesugi (who was no longer referred to as 'Yuki' by Shuichi) could barely take his eyes off of his angel, gazing at him as if he were the most beautiful, fragile gem in existence. Having a demon snatch his angel away caused him to become protective, far more protective than he had been before. Shuichi (who had been transformed into what Ryuichi called 'a sex angel') made every move with the shyness of a tiny canine, beaming with the unending embarrassment of a schoolgirl.

Eiri re-acquainted himself with his laptop during the unborn tides of dawn, wanting to keep his days open for Shuichi. The week had gone by, presenting the world with an unpublished copy of his latest work. The angel was able to write many songs (far too many, in his eyes), which was strange...compared to his production level months ago. At one point, he had been unable to write anything...due to certain personal situations. That lapse in activity had occurred during the rough patches of his relationship with Eiri; those patches came about because the prince had been afraid to show himself, and wanted to protect the angel from a beast. Those patches were far and wide; each of them seemed to last forever, without any end in sight.

The vocalist's songwriting sessions didn't flow smoothly, though. Wanting to make up for his lack of interest in the past, his prince constantly presented Shuichi with assistance (especially since the new album was being made in his honor). With the frantic shyness of a newborn kitten, Bad Luck's lyricist frantically kept his prying lover away from his projects, but one attempt almost resulted in failure. The entire event occurred in flashes; the fragile angel had posted himself at their kitchen table, in the presence of his loyal papers and pencils. His prince had casually sauntered into the kitchen, placed his hands upon his shoulders and whispered another offer into his ear. A few seconds later, both lovers were upon the floor, entangled in another fit of glorious passion.

Upon their return to Tokyo, Eiri had presented Shuichi with a ring; a diamond ring. In no more than an hour, both of them began a new journey...one that would forever seal their bond in the stitches of time. The topic of preparations popped up after last night's conversation, which was enormously stressful for both; Eiri had finally explained his past, fearful of Shuichi's rejection.

Hours passed between them before the story came to firm ending; the two of them had spent most of the time arguing, but their battle was far from venomous. Eiri had been quite stubborn throughout the entire ordeal; he held fast to his views on himself, which were far from positive. 'Beauty and the Beast' had taken place in their bedroom, for the novelist made himself out to be horrible, murderous beast...and the angel had tried to make him see differently. Both of them exchanged harsh words, pleading words, desperate words...until they finally gave into mental exhaustion. Wedding preparations were brought up after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, and they had popped up due to the courtesy of the exhausted novelist.

Since Shuichi still had to finish his album, the novelist had asked for another round of separation. He decided to take the reigns on the wedding preparations, which brought on another fit of worry from the angel; the life of a wedding planner wasn't one to be taken lightly. Through only one attempt (both of them were too tired to argue any further), Eiri had managed to soften Shuichi's fears...and both of them decided to carry out their game plan. Shuichi would settle in with Hiroshi Nakano for a week, which would present them with a suitable amount of time for their concert. Eiri's time limit was set at a week, for Bad Luck's concert was due within two weeks time.

He had to admit something, though. He was uncomfortable with the idea of Shuichi walking out, accompanied by luggage. Even though he knew the departure wasn't formed from a bitter argument, a part of him couldn't hold back pangs of sorrow. Watching him head off to the shower was difficult; for a moment he wavered between options. He could either follow him...or...

...carry out breakfast duty.

A heavy sigh withdrew itself from his lips, but his reluctance was quickly replaced with happiness; the songs of a songbird began to fill their home, making its descent from the shower. As soon as the first note struck the morning air, everything became brighter. The birds cheered on the singer, singing as if they had known him their entire lives. Sunbeams became even brighter, cheerful with the unending joy of a triumphant eagle. The prince dressed himself, absorbing every bit of his songbird's melodies, gave a forlorn look to his tiny luggage and carried himself into the kitchen.

He felt as if he were sending himself into an empty oblivion.

It was his turn for breakfast duty, though, and like any other soldier, he had to keep a stiff upper lip. He had a tendency to pout in the midst of playful times, whenever something failed to go his way. However, his childlike frustration wasn't going to prevent him from making something yummy. He could have made a perfect chef; compared to many throughout the realm of Tokyo, he was a world-class chef. He decided that his hands were going to form strawberry pancakes...

...for their last morning together.

He knew it was only for a week. He knew he'd see his angel again...at the result of his preparations. Unfortunately, he couldn't stop his heart from pounding upon misery. He felt as if he were about to head off to a final battleground, without any chance of seeing Shuichi ever again. Their greatest journey had caused their bond to deepen, which in turn caused their attachment to deepen; like puppies to their mother, they could barely stand to be separated from each other. That attachment was going to prove fatal during Shuichi's tours...

Ten minutes elapsed within the kitchen, which brought about the ending of breakfast preparations. The pancakes, which were elegantly decorated with strawberries and whipped cream, were placed onto the table, accompanied by radiant glasses of sparkling water. As soon as the second glass fell upon the tabletop, the melodies of the songbird became closer; he could hear a rapturous song from the staircase. He found his angel standing at the head of the staircase, smiling. The song came to an end as soon as their eyes met, but their silence was just as beautiful as a song; they held their eyes on each other, each of their hearts brimming with passion.

The vocalist of Bad Luck flew down the stairs, beaming with irrepressible warmth. His quick flight caused him to skip over two stairs, which resulted in an elegant rescue from his prince. The novelist held the energetic singer within his arms...the way a lone ranger would after catching a damsel in distress. Both of them gazed at each other for what felt like an eternity, their hearts wanting to stay frozen within that moment even beyond the end of time.

"Ummm...thanks..."

Shuichi's small, fragile voice made it excruciatingly hard to suppress desires; the desire to cover the angel in kisses bloomed within the prince's heart, and it became even harder to ignore as soon as their eyes made contact. In a desperate attempt to throw off that desire, Eiri swept up his fiancée and carried him to the kitchen, leaving behind two small bags of clothing. Cradling him as if he were the last diamond on earth, he placed the blushing vocalist into a chair and joined him...and the two lovers carried out a silent breakfast, which didn't bother them one bit. Breakfast was usually a silent affair, one that had Shuichi in the shoes of a self-conscious schoolgirl; the novelist was a calm, collected and happy prince, one that was in the presence of the world's most beautiful treasure. It was always the same, no matter who was on breakfast duty (Shuichi had decided to learn the ways of the kitchen); Shuichi always spent the entire affair blushing, and his lover spent the entire time smiling.

As soon as the angel finished off his portion, the distant melody of a ring tone pierced both of their ears. Shuichi looked upon his prince's face in confusion, wondering if the novelist was expecting a call of some sort, but Eiri's look told him that his cell phone wasn't the one screaming. In a matter of seconds Shuichi leapt from his place, remembering an important fact; he had packed his cell phone (which was the same as Eiri's) in one of his duffel bags. What made things worse was the ring tone; he had applied the ring tone to his manager, K.

"NO NO NO NO NO! IT'S TIME IT'S TIME IT'S TIME-PLEASE WAIT!"

The poor, unsuspecting chair was knocked over during the flight. With the resplendent tranquility of an ancient scholar, Eiri cleaned off the table...unable to ignore even more pangs as the vocalist stumbled to locate his phone. It took a few minutes for the phone to be uncovered, but fortunately K had kept himself on the line.

"K! Good morning!"

"Well!" came the jovial, fatherly voice. "I see you're as bright as ever, our beloved angel. I do hope you're ready for us to kidnap you."

Shuichi's face took on the cuteness of the tiniest puppy. "Where are you?" he asked in confusion, and received an answer that confirmed his 'worst fears'. In mere seconds, Bad Luck's manager made his way through a window (which was already open, due to the arrival of delicious morning winds). Carrying his pair of beloved guns (who were affectionately referred to as Ebony and Ivory), Claude K.Winchester took on the stance of a menacing bandit, bearing a degree of happiness he had never emitted in the past. He tossed a wink to Eiri, who had the playful look of an angry parent about his eyes, then set his sights on the surprised Shuichi. With an elegant twirl of his guns, he tossed off his black cape, and tossed a wave to his beloved vocalist...who became another son along the course of their biggest journey.

"Hello there, my cherished angel. I do believe it's time for me to whisk you off to the dungeon, far away from your lovely prince!"

"You're happy this morning!" Shuichi said, beaming at his manager with the essence of sunlight. After he removed a thick sheet of golden hair from his face, K looked at him as if he had just asked him to eat fried crickets, then released a small fit of laughter. "Of course I am, Shindou!" he said merrily, almost sounding like an erratic pirate. Actually, the words 'erratic pirate' weren't too far from the truth.

"My son is about to have his dearest dreams come true. Why wouldn't I be excited? I love my family!"

"Poor Michael..." Eiri muttered to himself, picking up his angel's bags. He earned a red-hot smile of appreciation from his blushing lover, then carried both bags out of the door. He was immediately greeted by Bad Luck's other members, two people he had become close to during their course of their greatest experience. However, their morning greetings were cut short; K's excitement had forced Shuichi out of the door. The manager, who had been pretty stoic within the past, was really an 'erratic pirate'. The 'pirate' thing wouldn't have worked out too well, though. His crew would have been scared to death of him.

Placing both of his hands upon Shuichi's shoulders, K smiled at the novelist as if he were a duteous businessman, one that was about to grant him time off for an emergency. Shuichi's manager had taken on a familiar sheen, one that reminded the novelist of a certain friend...one that had assisted him with the reunion of his angel. In other words, his face could jump from expression to expression in seconds. "Now," he said firmly, speaking as if they were about to seal an important deal. "are you sure about this? You know that Shuichi's going to be in our custody, right?"

The look on Shuichi's face made Eiri's heart melt. Somehow he was able to hold back his desire to scream the word 'no'.

"I'm not worried about anything. I know he's in good hands."

The angel's face wilted. He was able to detect a bit of deception within his prince's voice, and so he took on the look of a dissatisfied puppy. It was as if a treat had been stolen, right under his nose. "You have nothing to fear." Suguru Fujisaki said warmly, placing a hand about Eiri's left shoulder. "If our dear friend threatens our angel's life, we'll gladly phone the proper authorities."

"I'm afraid that won't work, my dear friend." K shot back winningly, grinning like a cat that had just tricked a mouse into visiting its home. "I am the greatest member upon the force, after all." With a smug look, he turned back to Eiri...who was in Shuichi's arms. Hiroshi and Suguru exchanged smiles with each other...as the happy couple shared one last, heavy kiss.

Blanketed amongst sheets of starlit sunlight, they held each other...melting into each other's arms...ravenously falling into each other...as if they would never see each other again. However, their hearts were at peace, filled with the unbridled hope of a newborn day. For an eternity, the blissful kiss drifted throughout time, transcending all barriers and restriction...and then they silently held each other, bathed in blankets of golden luminosity. In between small kisses, the two of them shared their last words...before they began their new journey.

"I'll see you in a week, all right?"

"'Kay...I'll miss you, Eiri..."

"Keep staring at me like that and I'll have to call the whole thing off."

"'Bye..." the songbird said softly, giving another true kiss to his lover's warm lips. The prince swept him in his arms and roughly blew into his hair; it was a little something he had developed as a playful mode of affection. Valiant promises and 'goodbyes' (along with secretive arrangements) were passed between the novelist and the devoted members of Bad Luck...and then...within seconds...his angel vanished in the very way he had arrived; through a miraculous beam of evanescent rhapsody.

Silence rushed to Eiri Uesugi as he closed his eyes, absorbing the gift of Shuichi's ethereal family; sunlight.

It was time...to begin.

-Wowwies! I've finished the second chapter; and it only took me five hours! Probably because I've been infatuated with wedding shows all day...speaking of wedding shows, a special on 'Disneyland Fairy Tale Weddings' is about to occur; A HUGE REQUIREMENT FOR ME, SINCE THE WEDDING IS TAKING PLACE IN DISNEYLAND!

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Before I rush off to watch my tenth wedding show, I want my heart to speak to a very dear friend, Dejichan. All of my blood, sweat and tears have been dedicated to her; with all of my heart, I hope she enjoys my new project. She's currently in the midst of a dark time; with all of my soul, I do hope she'll come out all right. I'm also sad to say that we're being deprived of an amazing epic; her sequel to 'Lies' has bee stolen from us! Wah!

My dear friend, please enjoy your gift. May the wedding turn out to be everything you hope it will be.